The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

i'm down to spree this out sometime if you catch me online!  terribly sorry for the wait.

she is envious of him.  the simplicity of where he lives entices her.  everything she had known was chaos.  she had hoped to change that, living with the druids, but she hadn't spent enough time there to know whether or not it was futile. 

his last sentence draws forth a hum from her chest.  we are the same, then.  they just had different means to the same end.  but we certainly do have more frills, she laughs.

think of it this way.  we have soldiers, yes, but we also think that the acquisition of information is pivotal in taking care of our own.  on an island isolated from the rest of the world, how else could they know if war or famine were on their doorstep?